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I wait for my nemesis
Anticipating the snap
Of the lid of the
old fashioned box.
The brown uniform
With bag slung over
the shoulder.
There goes a cyclist,
then a walker,
then a baby carriage.
But not a sound I make.
I hold out for my Moriarty.
Anxiously, I wait,
And wait,...and wait...